A couple of hours ago - XXX Meiji 1895
When they asked him to go on this job, Akito felt like it was a trap. He felt there was something wrong. However, Akito went anyway. If he refused, he knew they would drag Setsura into this. That was the last thing he wanted. They can get anybody involved but her.
Hunger. Desperation. Desire. Dependence. Addiction. Akito struggled to find the right word to describe this situation.
He was too busy, anyway. Akito hid behind a leftover stone wall. He sat against a cold pile of rubble and searched for a clean surface. The contents of his pockets and his bag didn't contain much. Akito disliked bringing too many things onto the field, anyway. All he had on him was some medical alcohol, some sheets, and a few needles. A few weapons..
